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I like her, she tough, she real. Not like fake boob lady in club, no no. She tell me bout client, old man, he cry after, say she look like dead wife. Wery spooky! She pat his head, wery gentle, I see this, I shock. Whore not just body, she got soul, yes? “Tell me what to do,” she ask me once, like Nader ask judge. I no know, I just hug her, wery tight.

Peg Plunkett: Memoirs of an Irish Whore review

Revelations and racy anecdotes about the lives of the rich and famous of Dublin and London abound within Peg Plunkett: Memoirs of a Whore. From a violent domestic background, Peg .

The vintage district, Cedar & Todd, is wicked! Buildings in faded greys, creaky doorways, teemin' with stories of lust & passion. I once overheard a conversation that made me laugh, hollered “Sharon!” like a rock 'n' roll guru. Streets twist like dreams—sometimes I swear I'm in a maze of my own desires, and damn, it feels brilliant!

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